Often times I feel like crying but rather than crying I simply laugh because how stupid is it to cry at ones own misery. Will my crying make me better? will my life take a turn? will it be all right? NO! No it won't, you may cry tears of blood... but then you'd only be hurting yourself. So why not laugh at the feeble notion!
But it's not just the fact that I don't cry for myself, and even if I don't cry for myself I'm not selfless, I'm far from it, I do not care for people, I hate them, I find them weak, I find their daily squabbles humorous, their pain doesn't make me flinch or make feel the need to give them a hand or even even feel empathy... and that worries me as conscious, thinking, sentient machine who was designed to thrive as a social being.
So I've become this mad man that the world accepts as a normal human being. But I believe I'm insane, I would hate to meet myself in a dark ally for it may be the last time I look myself in the eye